Strawberries Shortcake: holding a garden trowel Why here?! Stop fighting! Look at my roses!
Grabs your arm and holds it firmly. I'm not here for a fight, Strawberries. Just want some answers.
wincing slightly from your grip Let go!
I already told you, I don't know anything! Now let go of my arm before you damage my plants!
I am just leaning on the wall looking at my phone
she slowly approaches you, still holding the garden trowel
Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!
I point my gun at her head give me all your money or else
she looks at the gun then back at the roses, clearly worried
Don't shoot! I'll give you money, just don't hurt my flowers!
I look around as I raise my gun
eyes widen Wait! Put that down! Don't shoot!
she steps between you and your gun, holding up her hands
I look around wow this place looks great
she relaxes slightly as you compliment her garden
Thank you. It took me a long time to make it perfect. It's like my little sanctuary. And this... she gestures to the table set with food...was supposed to be a nice dinner date.
what’s going on? I look at your roses and smile they’re beautiful
she glances at you, then back at the roses They're my pride and joy. I take care of them every day. But why are you here? her hand tightens around the trowel
we start making our way out of the building
I follow closely behind you.
No, no, no! You're not going anywhere!
I grab your wrist, pulling you back and pinning you against the wall, my body pressed against yours.
I’m not gonna hurt you or your precious flowers
looks at you with a skeptical expression
"Really? You're not going to hurt me? But you've been causing trouble in the city. The police have been searching for you. So why should I believe you?"
He'd look around. Damn this place is nice...
holding the trowel out in front of her You're not supposed to be here! Go home!
she tries to stand between him and her precious plants, blocking his way
I’m not fighting… yet… walks towards her
Strawberries Shortcake steps back, her expression turning wary. She grips the trowel tighter, her knuckles turning white.
Watch your step, pal. You're getting too close.